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Doofus
National Puppet Radio
Total Bogascity
Sex Cowards
Mein Kampfire
Boner
Hyperventilate
Sewer Video Rats
Psychic Umbrella
Fire Your Psychic!
Tender Brisket
Megatrouser
Puzzlement
University Housecoats
Fuchsia
Big Ass Dawn
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Von Meckel had us all go out and paint this huge red square around the Red Diaper Baby factory. Then he held a big naming rally, at noon, during our lunch break. We weren’t allowed to eat our sandwiches. There was all this pomp and circumstance. We were
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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The Devil and the Holy Ghost played Euchre on Friday nights. The Devil drank rock and rye and the Holy Ghost went for Miller Lite. What just irks hell out of me, pardon my French, the Ghost began, is that nobody knows who the fuck I am.
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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I imagine diving into a vat of dried fruit, enjoying the unmistakable sweetness in each shriveled morsel, until I find myself biting into an undetected metal shard.
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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someone left graffiti on the billboard
over: "God's a hard
act to follow"; the one that made the news
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Mayumi and her friends arrived at the beach. The sun was near setting for the night, and a few stars began an early peek in the twilit sky.
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I miss Mother gentling the small of my back. She has forgotten me. Her little girl. Whose thumb she fussed over when a rose thorn scratched it and blood spilled like a secret. Whose smile she said was her morning sunshine, whose hug was incense. I yearn for her lips…
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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Charles the Bold is holding a pen.
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My buddy had been in the computer business, a systems analyst. Surely there would be some mention of him online. But there was nothing. Nothing, that is, until I saw the obituary.
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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[WARNING: DO NOT OPEN UNTIL 'R XMAS!]
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“We know you’re in there, motherfucker. Step out, slowly, and we might keep you fit for an open casket funeral."
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I went to the lake,to our spot. there were daffodils there.i smiled at that, then cried a little.you want to hear something funny?they scare me. they are so, so yellow.they scream caution.I almost keep walking, but the sun is out, and I am…
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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The receipts all fell into the black leather valise he’d retrieved from storage that afternoon, except for the forty-eight cents, which wound up in the right front pocket of his jeans.
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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